My Dear Mollie, You were our baby, our Pigeon Little. Our little brown-eyed beauty; full of spunk, creativity, generosity, imagination, humor and love. I'll always remember how you'd never want to leave our home with things on a sour note. As a youth, you'd run back to me and give me big hugs and tell me you loved me. Our many long talks on the phone. Your precise readings and predictions. Our shared love for music. The many laughs (lolz) and tears that we shared. This is too painful, too much to endure. Why you? Why taken so early in life? Why? It is surreal. And when the reality kicks in, it is unbearable. My heart is heavy with sadness and grief. Your call came too early. But I am trying to find strength in the hope that you are at a peaceful place with your Dad, Grampa and others who love you and will help look over you. I hope you can watch over me and help guide me to become a better person. I hope you knew how very much I love you; how proud I was of all your hopes and dreams for a better future; and that I considered you one of my best friends. You will never be forgotten and always be held near and dear in my heart and mind, Mollie. With Love, Mom